The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1887-05-26

We should know where We were and
what to do. But in tho dark You
had better come over to our house,
Nan, and whatever we do We will all
do toget her. Merciful powers! what
was that3'
1t was only the wind coming up
that strong, sweet south wind. IL
had broken q bough from the old elm
that had fallen on the house, and at
the same moment the last explosion
OF the dynamite sounded. But it was
enough. Mrs. Sawyer's words were
ringing in my ears. In the dark all at
once thought I could see the torrent
of broken ice. the great blocks
and sheets of pointed jaggad ice, lift.
ing themselves into Qne huge wal!
and sweeping round the bend and up.
the land, pushed by the mighty swell.
Ing of the tide behind-mountiny grind.
ing, sweeping across all this low in.
terval, over which 1t would crash and
pour and flow, to find the river at d
point below and reach the sea. The
rush OF the great black cold waters
was already upon me, the. sound Of
them in my ears; the blowing of the
wide dark water breath. I felt my:
self a helpless straw before them. ]
did not wait an instant. I never
thought Of the others. was not con.
scious Of any thought at all; but
screamed, and turned and dashed out
of the house and down the lane, as
fast, a., breathlessly, as could race
through the mire and slush, and ur
the narrow road into the wood, feel
ing still that chill water breath blow
ing on ME, hearing the terrible sound
OF the rasping, piling, tumbling, roar
ing ice, and never stopped till l fell
painting and breathless and faintine
at somebody's feet, with the warm
breath OF great stag hound in my
face, and was being lifted in some
body's arms, and saw when I opened
my eyes, by the light of the young vel
low moon through the wood, that II
was Mark, and he was kissing me will
a kiss as lone as &c t..o space that ha5
separated us. ooh. Mark! Mark" J
cried "save me! save me! The fresheti is
coming; it is close upon us; we are all
drowning take me up to your house
to your dear old high house, and dom,
let me ever lenveit; Oh. Mark, flowed
YOU ali the time! Take, me home
Don't lei HE g6 again:: f6rgiv3s HE,
love ME. Idon't see how you can love
me. / don't see how you can love
anybody so wilful and vixenish and
selfish and hateful; but oh! you must
you must!"
II am taking you home" said he, as
soon as he had the chance. "Do you
suppose 1 will let YOU 60 again?
shall have to forgive, you, What slst
IS there, fot mi; Is dct heard ab6ill
the freshet. I was just on my way to
you. We will have the minister up
this very evening, if we can get him,
and YOU she'll never So much as gc OF!
OF my arms again."
And he did. And here lam, perfect.
ly happy in this fortress, this prison
on a. rock, this dungeon-so happy
that I have not yet been able to brii1s
my shocked nerves to the pass even
OF going down again to the grass lands,
where Mark goes down and manages
everything for ME.
And the freshet? Oh, to be sure!
Why, you see, that south wind shifted
to easterly, and it froze again that
night. And when it melted, it melted
so gently that the ice, went out Of the
river without anybody's knowing it.
And there never was any freshet,